Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.